My sister Chidinma finished my shop in one week

Five years ago, I fall sick. Typhoid malaria wahala. I dey my house for Agege, no fit stand for market. My younger sister, Chidinma, she come say she go help me run the shop. I trust am because na my blood. She be my mother daughter.

First week, everything dey fine. Second week, suppliers start dey call me. Dem say Iya Blessing, why your sister collect goods for credit? I say ah, she get my permission. But the thing pain me because she no tell me before she take.

One morning, I wake up, I try call Chidinma. Phone off. I call again. Off. I drag myself go market. When I reach my shop, the place empty. Empty o! No sugar, no rice, no soap, no anything. The lock dey there but the goods don disappear.

I just stand there. My heart dey beat fast. I call my husband, he come. We check everything. She carry all the inventory and the cash she collect from suppliers. The total debt? Almost ₦350,000. For 2019, that money heavy.

I no see Chidinma since that day. Some people say she don go Port Harcourt. Some say she dey Benin. Me I just dey ask God why. Why my own sister go do me like this?

E pain me die but I learn something. No matter how close the person be, if you no dey watch your business, dem go finish am. Even family fit be enemy when money dey involved. I no let that thing kill my spirit. I start small small again. Today my shop dey stand. But Chidinma... I don forgive am but I no fit forget. 🙏